A/N: I am a terrible person I know but maybe you'll forgive me for updating late. Anyway, this chapter is slightly shorter than the last few but it'll have to do. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 11
For the rest of the day I had been perfectly fine. Up until dinner time at least. Everything came on very suddenly, so suddenly that at first I had no idea what was going on. We were all sat together, laughing and joking around. Bobby had been regaling a story that caused me to have tears appear in my eyes from laughing so much. Everything was normal up until that moment.
I doubled over in pain and sweat formed on my brow. Everyone immediately stopped laughing and I groaned whilst clutching my stomach. Before I realised what was happening I fell from my chair and onto the floor. In an instant, I was lifted in strong arms and only registered a gruff voice speak to the others before I slipped into unconsciousness.
I woke up three hours later in a sweat soaked bed. A cold flannel sat upon my forehead and the lights were dim. I sensed another presence in the room and turned my head slightly to the right. Stood by my window was Logan, gazing out at the night sky. He hadn't seemed to notice my wake but knowing him, he was already aware. I didn't care though. He kept to his promise. He stayed with me, just like he said he would.
As if he knew I was thinking about him, Logan spoke, filling the comfortable silence in the room. "How are you feeling?" He spoke quieter than usual, probably because my senses were becoming stronger and more sensitive.
I tried to smile, "Sore." By the look of Logan's face I probably had more of a grimace. "Have you been here the entire time?"
He walked closer, arms folded across his chest. "Yeah and nobody will be allowed in until you through this." He was stood over me now and I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"What do you mean? Why can't anyone else see me?"
Logan sat down in the chair beside my bed and heaved a sigh. "You might be become violent in this emotional state and I'm the only one who can heal quickly and still be able to restrain you if any claws appear." He looked at me seriously, "Okay with you?"
I let out a breath and slowly sat up, "Yeah, I understand." I twisted my head and stared at him. "Will it hurt if I do get claws?" I shook slightly and my eyes were hooded as I looked at him.
For a moment he didn't answer, maybe afraid of how I would react. "You'll get used to it. After a while, you barely even notice it."
After that we didn't speak for a while. The silence was comforting though whilst I sweated and shivered. The further into the night we got the developed my senses became. It felt as though I was being assaulted by different sounds and smells. Before long, it became too much and I eventually succumbed to slumbers embrace once again.
*Logan's POV*
She had fallen asleep again. It was understandable since in the past few hours she had been through a lot. Lying there, she looked more human than the animal she was becoming. Even with sweat clinging to her brow and shiver wracking her body every so often, she still looked beautiful.
I looked up suddenly. Where had that thought come from? Since meeting Natalee, I had become increasingly protective of her. When I had seen Sparky pestering her something in me snapped. I didn't want him around her. There was no way he was nearly good enough for her.
'And you are, I suppose?' Said a voice in the back of my mind. Why would I be? I didn't anyone else was good enough, so why would I be?
Natalee began to shift in her sleep and the cloth on her forehead slipped off and onto the pillow. I leant over and grabbed it. It had started to dry out but I wasn't going to put it back on her head just yet. As I leaned back, I caught a waft of her sent. It was a mixture of honey and green apples. It was calming.
I brushed a lock of hair from her face and my fingers tingled ever so slightly where they met her skin. There was no way I was going to let her get harmed. If anyone tried to come after her in this vulnerable state, I would do everything in my power to protect her.
*Natalee's POV*
It was morning when I awoke again. I felt a little bit energised. The sound of birds from outside, the ticking of my bedside clock and light breathing entered my ears. Turning, I discovered the light breathing was that of Logan and felt touched that he really he stayed with me all night. His body was slumped in the chair and his head was titled back. His lips were open the slightest bit and half his face was shadowed. Then his scent hit me. Whenever I had smelt it before it was subtle and barely there. Now it was strong, much more potent that before, but not over bearing.
I sat up in bed and found and looked at the clock. It was 10:47 in the morning and sunlight streamed through the open curtains. Looking around, nothing seemed different and I felt fine. I only felt as though my senses had become heightened, but that didn't mean there weren't any changes that I couldn't notice myself.
I got out of bed and padded towards my bathroom and rubbed at my eyes blearily. I wasn't quite awake enough to get in the shower yet so I walked to the sink and splashed cold water onto my face. It wasn't until I looked in to the mirror that I noticed it though.
I screamed.
A/N:Okay so I don't normally put a not at the end of the chapter but I wanted to ask what you thought of Logan's POV. Tell me, did I do it well, was it too OCC. Please give feedback it would hep me a lot.
Oh, and, quick question Pirates or Ninjas and Why?